Have you ever driven past my house,
And wondered was I home?
Did you ever want to stop to say hi,
Or to see if I was alone?
We shared a spark,
A deep connection.
I watch my gate every day,
In the hope to see you again.
I just know that that’s not true,
But that you’re my man amongst men.
If you were among hundreds or thousands,
You would be my only selection.
I can’t live without you,
Even now it’s breaking my heart.
This being without you is killing me,
Is tearing me apart.
I can’t stop the tears from coming,
They just continue to flow.
No matter what I’m told or what is said to me,
I just can’t let you go.
Please don’t marry her,
I want you here with me.
You don’t really want her,
You want to be with me.
Or that is what I tell myself,
Though I know it’s no longer true.
You don’t want me anymore,
Yet I still yearn for you.
Life is already hard without you,
How could it get any worse?
Knowing that love is meant to fulfil you,
Then why I do feel so cursed?
(c) Lynda Cosgrove (27th July 2009)
Author notes
For notes on this poem, please check out my notes attached to my recent poem, "September". Thank you.
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Heartfelt and touching again, full of hope and yearning from your heart...
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Thank you.
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They don't call it the sweetest insanity for nothing, after the sweet is all worn out you're stuck with insane. . . I hope you get your heart back.
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Thanks Kastor, but I think the chances of me getting my heart back are v. slim now at this stage.
He might as well have ripped it out of my chest himself and thrown it away... -
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I hear they're good at growing back after awhile . . . Sort of like crab claws.
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If you say so...
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